For years, satisfaction has escaped me. I’m never creative enough, never consistent enough, never able to reach my potential. I’m not bad at what I do, but I can be so much better. This wasn’t a revelation to the friend I spoke with yesterday. I’ve known her almost a decade, and she attests my ambition has been present from day one. It’s only now I’ve come to realize it. In the past, my life carried with the wind and that impulse landed me in wonderful and unexpected places. Lately, however, I’ve been wanting more direction.

“I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.” The words of William Ernest Henley resound with great truth now, but that truth came with time. Ten years ago, I wouldn’t have imagined photography as my passion and, when I became a photographer, I wouldn’t have imagined portraits as my niche. Now I want to fill my sails with the breeze that has carried me so long and use it to push me in the direction I choose.